swords men

same to have happened

To his stomach, type took in deep breathes, to have his hand next to his head to then furrow his brow, type made a face has he was starting to come too, to then slowly open his eyes to dart them about to become confused where he was.
Type took in a deep breathe to then go to his back to immediately go to his stomach to wince and groan.
He then remembered everything that happened last night.
"Fucking.......asshole!"
Type turned his head to then look to the other side to sign.
Of course he's not here. Hurts me then runs away!
Type slowly moved his forehead to the bed to take in very deep breathes has he has gone through this before, he placed his hands to the bed to then slowly move himself up to wince and hard, he was in an incredible amount of pain again, he flopped to his bed to take in very deep breathes to then move a hand down to gather what he could to then move it about to eye the blood and cum mixed together.
Type signed has he looked to this to have his hand fall to then move he's head up to eye over the side table where his phone was, type signed to then move towards it.
Eating breakfast, the doctor darted his eyes over some results to then peer his eyes to the side he then placed his bagel down to then answer.
"Hello?"
Type took in a deep breathe to squeeze his eyes tightly shut to groan to then talk to the doctor, an hour later, type had his hands to the bedding to grip to groan and whimper.
The doctor then pulled back the ointment to then look to type.
"Are we ready to tell me who did this too you.... Again?"
Type flexed his jaw.
"Are you..... Almost done?"
The doctor signed.
"This is ridiculous, I'm telling your father."
Type turned a bit to then look to him .
"You tell, I will also!"
The doctor narrowed his eyes to roll them.
"Fine!"
The doctor then went back down to clean his wound for type to wince.
"Is...... Is it..... Worse then....."
"It is. Don't think you lost has much blood, but you haven't gotten out of this bed since it happened have you?"
"No, called you right away."
"Well, your rectum has taken quite a pounding, are you in a consensual relationship?"
Type groaned to place his forehead to the bed, the doctor rolled his eyes to then finish, to help place on types boxers and pants, he then helped him get up for type to sway a bit to make a hard face.
The doctor held him firmly to eye over.
"Type..... Please tell me, who did this to you."
Type took in a deep breathe to then get out of the doctors hold to then stumble away.
"My...... Business..... Thank you..... For helping me."
The doctor wrapped his arms about himself to shake his head to then look down to the bed to see the cum and blood he got out of types anal cavity to raise an eye brow.
To the doors of the hotel, type placed his forehead to the side to take in deep breathes, his lower back hurt, his legs hurts, his head was starting to hurt, type felt so bad.
He then turned the head for the doctor to place his hands to type to help him to his car.
"You need to take the day to rest, I'll tell your father you have the stomach flu."
Type looked him over to then nod for the doctor to then help him.
The doctor set type up with food and water, for type to consume everything to then fall asleep, the doctor eyed over him to shake his head to then turn to go to his lab, he then moved out a zip lock bag with the cum and blood to eye over it to place it to the table.
I will know.
The doctor then turned to go to set up what he needed to, to then turn to widen his eyes to sign.
"What are you doing here?"
They looked to the doctor to be sitting next to the zip lock bag to then turn there head to gather to eye to place to his fingers to take before himself.
The doctor gulped..
"Musme?"
"Is this what I think it is?"
The doctor rolled his eyes to then wrap his arms about himself.
"Not your problem nor your business also we have talked about this, do not be near me."
Musme darkly laughed.
"You can not make that decision."
The doctor flexed his jaw.
"Musme, I have a lot to do today, put that down and go away!"
Musme Took in a deep breathe to slowly move up to keep eyeing it.
"Who does this belong too?"
"Again, not your business."
Musme slowly looked up to move the bag a bit back and forth.
"Not yours, right?"
The doctor took in a very deep breathe.
"Not, your business."
Musme narrowed his eyes to then take out his lighter to place to the button edge. The doctor widened his eyes.
"Don't!"
"Tell me then."
The doctor made a face to look to the bag.
"I.... Can't. Just put it down, it's not mine."
Musme raised an eye brow..
"Who's?"
"I can't say. Just put it down."
"It involves family doesn't it?"
The doctor took in a deep inhale to say nothing.
Musme scoffed.
"Can't have that."
The doctor parted his lips to watch has musme light the bag on fire to watch it burn to see it fall to the ground, musme then went closer to the doctor who breathed and hard to be pissed.
"You still haven't learned a thing."
The doctor snapped his head to look to musme with anger to roll his eyes.
"You are a jack ass!"
Musme watched the doctor turn to then eye back to dart his eyes over the mess to then turn his head back has the doctor came around with cleaning materials to then go to his knees to see over to sign.
Shit!
The doctor rolled his eyes to then start to try to clean to then stop to sign has he looked forward, musme stepped to him to place a hand too his neck to caress a bit to look down.
"I do not like your defiance and the usage of these verbal words has you have. We have discussed this."
The doctor then moved his head from his touch to then bend his body a bit to try to clean.
"We also have discussed you to leave me be!"
Musme narrowed his eyes to then crotch down to eye over the doctor.
"You discussed this I don't agree."
Musme looked the doctor up and down to then move his hand towards him to place it instantly in his pants to grip his member the doctor widened his eyes to snap his head to eye over him.
"What is the matter with you!"
Musme smirked to then sign to roll his eyes to move up, he turned his head to look to aawut who came in to figure out what was wrong with type to stand next to musme.
"What are you doing here, brother?"
Musme wrapped his arms about himself.
"Taking a moment, why are you here?"
Aawut looked to the doctor who was cleaning.
"To figure out where my son is."
The doctor stood up to then turn to eye over him.
"He has the stomach flu, it'll pass."
Aawut looked him over to turn.
"Better be soon."
He then turned without looking at his brother to then leave, musme rolled his eyes to then eye the doctor to then place his hand to his arm to go to his ear.
"Think you and I need to go to a room."
The doctor took in a deep breath to then push musme away to really eye to shake his head.
"No! That was a mistake, one that will not happen again."
Musme couldn't help but to laugh for the doctor to look to him narrowly.
"Mm, keep laughing, your nephew knows!"
Musme s laugh fell, for him to watch the doctor leave to then place a hand to his neck to rub to make a hard face.
Fuck!